Vol 4 Chapter 845: Say goodbye to tears

3:4, the Chinese team fell at the last moment of reaching the final stage.
　　 The Colombian referee Roldan, who favored the Chinese team for a whole game, didn’t even wait for the kick-off. The final whistle was blown only when the players of both sides retreated to half-court.
　　 Wang Dalei, who was eager to become a pounding hero again, slammed on the ground and wept bitterly. Except for Zhuo Yang, all the Chinese team players collapsed to the ground.
　　 This time, Zhuo Yang did not help his teammates one by one to comfort them like those failed moments before. He stood alone in the field, like a tree in the rain.
　　 The incoherent ecstasy of the Chinese people further reflected his cold and loneliness.
　　 Zhuo Yang thought that he had experienced six hundred years of tragic and chaotic dreams, and that nothing could disturb his mind when he was reborn as a human being, but he was wrong. At this moment, he felt deeply lost and lonely.
　　 Once again, the dear brother’s stoppage time lore. Eight years ago, in the 16 powerful war in South Africa, De Tu did it once. But eight years ago, Zhuo Yang was not overly sad. The Chinese team entered the knockout rounds historically, and they were inextricably beaten with the Dutch aspiring to win the championship. This far exceeded the outside world and Zhuo Yang's own expectations of the team.
　　 That defeat was a regret for the winner.
　　 Today, eight years later, if he told Zhuo Yang that the Chinese team would advance to the semi-finals a month ago, he would definitely accept it. The semi-finals would be a great achievement.
　　 But today, he can't accept it.
　　 After a difficult fight, Brazil was easily eliminated from a penalty kick, and the opponent's diehard fans turned to worship, let Zhuo Yang fully realize that the Chinese team has the possibility of winning. That day, he changed.
　　 I am 33 years old. No one can fight the years. A sheep of 600 years is an illusion, and the 33-year-old Zhuo Yang is real. Zhuo Yang knew that his football had reached the peak, and even gradually slipped from the peak. The occasional feeling of powerlessness at the beginning of last season is a clear example.
　　 is not a physical function. There have been many unbelievable pass-and-run errors with his teammates. In the World Cup, he could not maximize his ability, and Zhuo Yang's football was confused.
　　 All this shows that the 33-year-old body and consciousness are going downhill, at least in a downward trend.
　　 So after the elimination of the king of Brazil, Zhuo Yang is suddenly very eager to win back this year's World Cup. He thinks that the peak is still for the country and himself, standing on the peak.
　　 In football, Zhuo Yang has always had strong self-confidence, because of his sixteen-year career, he can win almost any honor as long as he wants. From Fort Madi in the ignorant period, to Milan, Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid, to Manchester City after the rebirth, Zhuo Yang is the winner with his own championship attributes.
　　 Long ago, Zhuo Yang had no extravagant hope to win the World Cup. When in Fort Madi, he once said to Barcelona's Ronaldinho: I have to win the Champions League, you go to win the World Cup, I don't have a World Cup, the Champions League is my World Cup.
　　 When in Barcelona, ​​Zhuo Yang said to Messi: I have no chance to win the World Cup, you have, go to be your king.
　　 With the vigorous development of hope football spring buds, China has opened up a huge and terrifying football talent pool. With the continuous heavy investment in the field of Yiyang, the Chinese professional league will implement comprehensive reforms this year, with earth-shaking changes.
　　 Zhuo Yang also did not expect to develop so fast, the Chinese really want to do one thing well, it is indeed not difficult. With all this in full bloom, Zhuo Yang knows that one day Chinese football will touch the Hercules Cup and it will become the norm. But I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up.
　　 I hope that Chun Lei’s group of comforting talented children will sooner or later take over the burden of the rise of Chinese football, and they will certainly become a new pole in the world football. Europe is the Arctic, the Americas is the South Pole, and China will be the roof of the world.
　　 Zhuo Yang originally hoped to realize his dream of winning the World Cup in 2022. Together with the children who hoped for Chunlei, he was 37 years old that year. But after football showed signs of retreat, Zhuo Yang did not dare to expect this.
　　 It's not that I don't believe those kids, but that Zhuo Yang will not tolerate himself as a supporting role in football. At the age of 37, perhaps he has become the object of being taken care of by the children, and Zhuo Yang does not allow this to happen.
　　 He wants to win a World Cup with Zhuo Yang, not a World Cup with Zhuo Yang.
　　The Eight King Kong Returning from the West was originally just for transition, but I didn't expect the effect of taking it would be so obvious. The Chinese team Lien Chan Lianjie finally ignited Zhuo Yang's heart for this year.
　　 No time for me, just this year, just in Russia.
　　 After this year, I will gracefully watch the juniors galloping through the greenery with the Hercules Cup. I will play football without any disputes for another two years. It is true happiness, winning or losing, because I have the World Cup.
　　 But all these beautiful dreams were shattered by the thunderbolt of the knife, and there is no chance to remedy it.
　　 Zhuo Yang’s loss and sadness, who can understand?
　　 I have done my best, for the team, for the team, ten years of hard work, it can't be better. What should I do next?
　　 The more violent the hope comes, the more sad when it is broken. Zhuo Yang was disappointed in himself, disappointed in the team, and disappointed in football.
　　Everything is my fault. Because of the personal righteousness in the group stage, the Chinese team was buried the most difficult enemy to deal with. Because of his personal friendship with Dazhi, he forced the elderly to stay in the national team, but he broke the dream of 1.4 billion people.
　　If I choose again, will I still keep my ambitions? Will I still fight for the Danish scar? It should still be, because I am such a person, so everything is my fault.
　　 I am an extremely selfish person. For my personal sentiment, I am in vain for the interests of the country and the national football team. But I have always been such a person, and I will no longer be a complete Zhuo Yang if I lose my affection.
　　 Everything is my fault.
　　 The French people were clamoring around, and the Chinese coaches and bench players began to silently pull up every teammate who collapsed on the ground. But no one dared to bother Zhuo Yang, neither did the Chinese nor the French.
　　 At this moment, Zhuo Yang gave up his duties as the captain and gave up the hope that all the Chinese people placed on him. He was tired.
　　All the negative emotions are superimposed. At this moment, Zhuo Yang decided to end there.
　　 Retired!
　　 Stop kicking. There will be no better Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang will never have a better football, and Zhuo Yang will no longer be happy on the pitch.
　　 Stop playing, neither the national team nor the club. Football is still rolling without me. The World Cup is still brilliant. Regret and perfection are just relative concepts. The incompleteness of football may be the most reasonable.
　　 The take-off of Chinese football has already started. In time, I have completed my work and fulfilled my responsibilities. Chinese football...you don't need me anymore.
　　 I want to retire.
　　 There was a decision in his heart, but even more violent sadness hit. The green field, which had been dreaming for more than ten years, just retreated. It turned out that it didn't feel good to leave, and it was not as free and easy as originally thought.
　　 Am I a winner? It should be counted, no, it must be counted. I used to be better than everyone else. I used to have the most championships and the most records.
　　 Am I a loser? Maybe it is. Football does not owe anyone a World Cup, and naturally it does not owe me.
　　 I'm leaving. From then on, I spent a lot of time drinking and drinking different wines every day, because I like to drink. I invite friends to drink together every day, and chat with me through Jiuxing, from 33 to 133 years old, as long as we can live that long.
　　 This kind of happiness, football can't give me. Football is too rigorous, there are too many rules and regulations, training is annoying, and football is not allowed to drink.
　　荤When I’m tired of talking about jokes, I play the piano for my friends and they sing and dance. I bought the largest private yacht in the world, and I drank and sang and danced with my friends, talked about meat jokes, traveled the world and talked about meat jokes.
　　 The constraints of football can no longer restrain me.
　　 These things are exciting to think about.
　　 But, why am I not happy? Why am I still so sad?
　　 Zhuo Yang stood alone in the middle circle, like a tree in the rain.
　　 No one dared to disturb him, nor did Scar.
　　 was finally about to retire, Zhuo Yang suddenly felt flustered from his sadness, and felt overwhelmed. At this moment, how helpless he is.
　　 He wants to see his father, mother and sister right away. They are Zhuo Yang's eternal support, and they will be at the age of 133. But my father, mother and sister did not come today, they are in China.
　　 Only Kou Kou is by his side, and only his wife is with him in St. Petersburg.
　　 Zhuo Yang suddenly turned his head to look for the direction of Kou Kou, but saw that his wife had come down from the stands. At this moment, under everyone's gaze, he gently lifted the skirt and ran towards him on the court.
　　 Zhuo Yang greeted him and hugged Kou Kou tightly in his arms, tears shed in an instant.
　　 He didn't know why he was crying, whether it was a failure, football, or retirement, but he couldn't stop his tears.
　　 Zhuo Yang slowly knelt down on one knee, buried his head in his wife's arms, and cried silently. Kou Kou protects him like a saint.
　　 At this moment, the Chinese fans, who had been disappointed, were in tears.
　　 It turns out that this god-like man is also vulnerable, his stalwart body is so lonely. He is our captain and our king, but our king is so tired.
　　 In the darkest moment of Chinese football, he resolutely stood up and returned, shouldering the hopes of the Chinese people alone. In these ten years, he will never admit defeat and will always fight for football. Even after life and death, he has not interrupted his love for football.
　　 He is already a world-class rich man, a very young rich man, he should buy the world's largest yacht, while traveling the world, while chatting with his friends, just like other young rich men.
　　 But he put almost all of his money into football, into the development of Chinese football. His private life can be called frugality among the rich.
　　He is our captain, but we have only seen his hero, his greatness, and his perseverance, without realizing that he is just a young man of flesh and blood. His loneliness, his loneliness, and his helplessness were all ignored by us.
　　 The sentimental and righteous Chinese fans took the lead to cheer up. They began to sing together "Chinese March" and "Zhuo Yang's Song". The singing gradually gathered, and the night sky of St. Petersburg regained its magnificence.
　　 In the singing, Zhuo Yang said to his wife: "Kou Kou, I want to retire, okay?"
　　 "Hmm." Kou Kou stroked his face lightly. "I will accompany you around the world, every day."